Photos

Ladies and gents,

Please find some photos from my trip to Asia below. the cross processed ones did not turn out great. I blame the overcast weather and low ISO (slide film is of any kind is difficult to come by in Thailand, and refrigerated slide film within its sell by date, was even more elusive) but then that is just an excuse really. I have a whole load of digitals from Alex that i will upload shortly as well...

SEAsia regular

SEAsia cross-processed

Unfortunately, i have not taken the time to comment on each photo, in some cases because i don't know where the damn things were taken. You'll just have to guess...

Hope everyone is well,

Greg

try again..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LU8DDYz68kM

this is a must see... brilliant

Back to Reality... Oh, there goes gravity

Hey! Got back to Cape Town on Friday night from two amazing weeks of road tripping. Honestly feel like I could have just kept going for a good while longer but life gets in the way it seems. Kind of hard to do a too detailed blog post so here are some random bits n pieces with the pictures (consider yourselves warned, there may be an overdose of sunset and driving pictures :D)

So after a very brief day's prep Gary, Kyle and I packed trusty Dusty and headed off towards... well anywhere in the direction of the Drakensberg really (the plan was to get to the Drakensberg for a wedding Gary had to be at). So after a few detours and side tracks (most noteably a very random dust road that took us past nothing for ages and then suddenly a barn all lit up with about 7 people doing Karaoke in front of a giant projection screen, bizarre I tell you) we spent our first couple of nights in Oudshoorn. After a day's rock climbing, a night of rain, breakfast in the ablution blocks while we tried to dry everything out we decided to head to Nieu Bethesda as neither Gary or I have seen the Owl House. We spoiled ourselves as it was freezing and we stayed in a converted Water Tower at the back packers. It was very cool and pretty. The Owl House was mind blowing and the fossil tour "included in your Owl House Ticket price" was actually fascinating even for the non rock mad of our little trio (i.e. me).

Still unsure whether we wanted to go round the West or East border of Lesotho we chose to go to Lady Grey next to avoid making the decision for at least a day longer. In Lady Grey we met John who had opened the Backpackers on a whim having never set foot in a backpackers before. John liked to chat and talk, and converse and communicate, and talk and chat. About anything but his favourite topics were property prices and the rather interesting situation in the shower that required you to first have the basin tap on "full throttle" and once that was hot you could try the shower taps, leaving the basin tap on and only "throttling back" once preferred shower temperature had been achieved. You had to be there to get the explanation, had us in giggles for days.

Finally we left the east/west decision to the magic 8 ball and headed off up the Malouti Route west to Rustlers Valley. Now much to everyone's surprise I have never heard of Rustlers or the crazy festivals and parties for which it owes its reputation. We arrived on the Sunday of the long weekend and had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. They had had mini festival on saturday night. The Real Estate agents among others had provided the sound track to which all the JHB creative elite could celebrate their freedom to take too many drugs under the guise of a Hippy Commune type ethos. I don't know... the place sells itself as a retreat, a commune and a place in tune with the earth and its mysteries but it is far from convincing in its belief or understanding thereof. Not sure I buy the concept. And the comedown was scary and weird. But the place is spectacularly beautiful and we outstayed most of the revellers so pretty much had it to ourselves. Free camping in a valley that is bordered by a truly impressive rock range called the Dragon's Back is more than alright by me. Had a potentially problematic moment where I got a little cocky and stopped paying attention while hiking across a tricky section of the Back. Slipped down the shelf in impressive style. Bleeding and feeling a little more than stupid I learnt the, oh so important, hold-on-tight-lesson. Think Gary and Kyle got more of a fright than I did however. But we all got over it quickly and discovered amazing rock arches and river beds filled with crystals that even the harshest hippy critic could get very excited about.

God this is going on for far too long, I am sure I have lost most of you but for those intrepid readers who are still with me I will try keep the rest brief. From Rustlers it was on to Golden Gate for more amazing caves, views, wild life and hilarity in the campsite's laundry room. Then we spent two nights in a converted Barn in a tiny place called Swinburn near Harrismith. The second night was the interesting one... Picture the three of us schramonks sleeping in the barn with 30 Jehovahs Witnesses!!! It was hysterical. For a start they drank more and told more dirty jokes than we did - must be the modern faith? And then when all three of us snuggled down to sleep I got the "So are they your brothers?" heeheehee
Then it was on to the Berg and time for Kyle and I to kind of gate crash a wedding! (Well we got invites at the last minute so it wasn't proper gate crashing) But Gary had discovered 20mins out of Cape Town that he had forgotten his Wedding Attire so his old school mate from Pretoria saved the day and brought some grandad trousers and a tie for him. Kyle was a little less easy to dress having only his jeans with rips and holes. Never fear - fashion crisis solved with Kerry's jeans and a floral shirt that he had hidden in his bag. And so off we went feeling very sheepish. - Nothing a good few bottles of bubbles, wine and whiskey couldn't fix though. Crazy night. Couldn't have thrown our names away too badly however as we were invited to dinner the next night with the family etc and on the big wedding hike up the Tugela Gorge to the base of the Amphitheatre. Yeah, us Kaapies think we know how to do mountains but we have no idea ;)

Then it was time to start the trek home... Via the family tours. Howick for tea with Kyle's grandparents. Underberg for braai and giggles with his rather crazy, death-defying kayaking brother,Ross. Then the great Tsitsa Falls search that had us taking trusty Dusty down a donga-ed river bed nearly on his side. We ventually found them and have let Ross know that his 11km estimate is way out. The crazy kid abseils down those falls with his kayak attached to his harness and then paddles down the gorge... Like I said - crazy. Then Grahamstown for dinner Kyle's parents, PE for tea for Gary's Aunt and cousin and then the last stretch to Sedgefield. In Sedge we stayed with Meridian and Zanele, both studying to be Sangomas while being involved in a number of community projects that are fascinating and exciting. It was a pretty random evening with Gary and Kyle constantly having to suppress their giggles at me trying my best to blend in with the "amazing vibe" and blessed universe :)

So yes... Now its back to reality and unemployment. Have taken this week properly off to get all my admin out of the way but next week I need to start looking for a few days work at least before I head to the UK on the 16th June for some fun in the mud with the London posse - Glastonbury! So excited. OK, I have bored you all sufficiently and taken up enough space. Lots of love! -kx

Road Trip May 07

and i got my pics back today....happiness

Sukothai Bike Hoons

Shalom and sawat dee everybody, and i hope you all have a wonderful Shabbos!


After leaving the islands in the south of Thailand, we headed up north to Bangkok which was a really painful 18+ hour trip including 3 separate buses (one which broke down, another with an exploded toilet or rotting rat in the air conditioner, couldn't tell which) and 2 minibuses, and i had my first "I want to punch you in the face you rotten fucking tout, but i'm in another country and maybe i should calm down" moment, which was quite unpleasant for all involved. We spent a few days in BKK checking out the city (deep inner city, not rubbish farang land near the khao san road, which sucks) and found some ripper food (if you are ever in BKK, you really should eat at Hemlock, just leave some TP in the freezer before you go!). We also went to see Jim Thomsons house, which was excellent. Alex's mom said we should eat there, but we couldn't even afford a drink, let alone a papaya salad.

We then headed to Kanchanaburi, which, besides having a name that rolls deliciously off the tongue, is where the "Bridge over the river Kwai" was built by POW's and some slave labour during the second world war. Bridge was a bit lame, but the bus journey was fun, and the museums were excellent (if a little slanted toward the 10 000 allied POW's that died, as opposed to the 90 000 Burmese and Malay imported labourers who also died). We also had an outstanding meal at a guest house there (which also has a cooking school attached) after which we rolled back to our bungalow (on the rover Kwai - on stilts nogal!).

After Kanchanaburi (and the monkey show, pictures below) we went to Ayuthaya, which was once the capital of Siam. This place really needs pictures to be appreciated, so you'll all have to wait 'til i get back to see them, but we hired bikes and rode around the town to all the different old ruins.


Witness Miss Fraser above on her turn of the century (the last century, that is) bicycle. Dont be fooled by the smile, SHE'S CRAZY! Alex weaves in and out of traffic like a taxi-driver with a death wish, which is fine if you are thai and know what you are doing, or, for instance, look over your shoulder every now and then, but Alex does not. She takes the "when in Rome' philosophy a little too far, and so we came to an agreement that i would ride in front (where i didnt have to watch her be almost knocked over every five minutes) or she would carry her medical insurance card in her top pocket. Anyway, Ayuthaya was pretty cool, but then we moved on, to...

Sukothai! Sukothai was excellent. Really sweet little town, excellent guest house, friendly people. It appealed to the package tourist in me because all the ruins were neatly located in a park (with no traffic to bother Alex, THANK GOD!) and was all quite atmospheric. Oh ja, and cheap, that appeals to the Jewish package tourist in me. The bikes here were possibly crapper than Ayuthaya, but mine had a bell.

So now we are in Chiang Mai, which seems like a really cool place (kind of like the Melbourne of Thailand - Tals). For starters the food so far has been outstanding (always a good sign), and the place seems really chilled and less about tourists and scheisters than BKK, which is a step in the right direction. Today has been proclaimed a rest day, because we were both totally whacked when we got up this morning. The weather turned a bit crappy so we went for a massage to pep ourselves up, but things didn't quite go as planned. There was not a 'happy ending' to my massage, just a lot of squealing from me and some laughing from the masseurs at the temple. The woman told Alex "you are very good" when she was finished, but she just smirked at me. I wanted to know if she would still be smirking if i balanced all my weight onto my elbow and jabbed it into her back, but i didn't ask. Tomorrow we are off to a cooking course on an organic farm, and a muay thai fight in the evening, which i am looking forward to. Oh, and eating, of course...

Hope you guys are all well...

so yesterday i put in seven films for processing...

THE GLOOOORY

GO YOU REDS! ANOTHER CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FINAL FOR THE BEST CLUB IN THE WOOOOOORLD. That Thai door maker guy was on the money...

Pure gold

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For Phil

Thailand is waiting for you McKrekin! Seems they have just as poor taste in soccer teams as your fine self, AND they want the world to know about it! What a marvelous front door...

(I just hope the damn picture comes out)

Greg has a new girlfriend!

Yes, that is right, Greg found himself a lovely Thai girl called Lily and she loves him and was kissing him....

Bugger

This blogger site is all in feckin' thai, and has posted my new post a few posts down and not made the pictures full size. Anyway, i dont have the time or the energy to fix it, so scroll down, and you'll have to wait a bit longer so see the pics in detail...

Sarry,

Grek

O H M Y G O D

SOUTH AFRICAN CRICKET IS SO KAK. I AM SO OVER IT. FUCK ALL YOU DOOSES!

Who needs to travel in all this serenity?

Ah yawn...Italy, London, New York.... this weekend I'm gonna pop the top on my Golf II Jumbo and head down to Germiston Lake for a lekker braai. Maybe I'll hook up the Venter trailer wif a jetski and have a beer with the oakes. Put Roxette, you got the look in my CD player and I'm sorted men. Slap a chop on a braai and yslaaik. It's gonna be great China. I'll post you some pics of the sun popping down wif the Rand refinery pumps in the background.

Keep those other faraway places. I got the East Rand almost all to myself.

A farrang is a guava

Homies!

Here is the skinny so far...

So after the wet (and frankly quite annoying after a day or two) festivities of Songkhran, we headed down to Koh Tao to spend a few days chillin' like villains. We first stayed at a very cool, but quite remote place (only accessible by longtail boat taxi) owned by two brothers who were pretty cool, and reassured me when i jumped into the water for the first time, right onto some spikey fucking thing that left black needles in my foot. Anyway, i wanted to do my open water dive course (Koh Tao is the busiest diving training centre in SE Asia) so we moved to a busier beach where i signed up to do my open water with Lizzie Bosman from Big Fish and was pushed out in record time (2 and 1/2 days).

We then went to see what all the fuss about Koh Phan Ngagn was about, and frankly, i still dont understand it. Sunrise beach is pretty cool, but the place is full of Israelis, who are mostly dickheads (sweeping generalisation, but this time its TRUE!) and pretty expensive. The complete lack of thai food and abundance of fire jugglers ("its my light staff, maaaaan") should have been a sign... Anyway, so we wanted to see what the Andaman coast looked like, so we moved across the peninsula to Koh Lanta and saw that it looked much the same as the other side, except it rained. Anyway, koh lanta was pretty cool because there were some exciting caves and an old fishing village to explore. The caves were quite unspectacular, but shuffling across slippery, narrow beams above 20 metre drops with little-to no light was pretty damn exciting. The real "3rd world" experience, neh. Our guide was pretty cool too. He was a Muslim, he told us many times. He has a Muslim friend from South Africa called Imran, or Ron, for short. Imran hasn't visited for a while and he misses him.

After the caves we went to explore the old fishing village which was pretty cool, but damn hot, although we found some woman selling the most awesome prawn fritters for 5 baht each! thats 1 Ront 20! Crazy! Al was feeling a little chewed up by the sun, so we stood by the side of the road like helpless farrang and waited for a taxi. Luckily a kind chap in a van with tinted windows found us and offered to take us back to our hotel for the princely sum of 300 baht. No worries. So we get in the van, Al in the back and me in the front. Then Al starts laughing and says "you're a policeman!".
"No, no, no" he assured us, this was his friends car, and he was just using it. Apparently his friend had lent him his gun belt and walkie alkie too. Cool friend. Anyway, the guy was super sweet and gave me a little gold buddah amulet which i havent lost yet. The same cannot be said for my guido sunglasses that are in the possesion of one of the cleaners in our hostel who assures me that she saw Alex pick them up (between you and me, i think Alex stole them too). Anyway, what is a farrang in Thailand to do?

We spent the last few days seeing stuff in Bangkok (and getting involved in an attempted travel scam, too much to explain here) and just eating the best food i have ever had in my entire life. And the cheapest. Who knew there was a whole nation out there who also thinks that chilli for breakfast is a good idea? This place is amazing.

Tomorrow we start the trek up north, Kanchanaburi, Ayuthaya, Sukothai and then Chiang Mai which i am particularly looking forward to, as the food is apparently hotter than it is in Bankok. Fuck, I cant wait. I have uploaded a few pictures for your viewing pleasure, but as soon as i find a computer with picasa i'll put all the good ones up, with explanations, although this may only be once i am back in Saarf Efika, chillin' by Germiston lake, tunes boomin' from my chorrie, and my china, Jan Youens manning the braai. I'll bring the chilli sauce...

Keep it real,

Grek

Pics below are: view from our balcony at the first place stayed on koh tao:

The beach other beach we stayed on, on koh tao:

Alex the Spelunker (spelling?):

A bin at the Big Fish resort on koh tao, wtf??? :

Me chillin' like a villain on koh lanta (notic ubiquitous thai rasta in the background, he was good at connect four though) :

More Travelling

Bring on the Berg

To keep the travelling theme going, although on a far more local note... I am off tomorrow on a road trip to the Drakensberg. Going to see if action/girl scout Kerry has what it takes to be the camping, hiking, trucking, young lady we all expect her to be ;) Yeah - this is what three weeks of reconning (the business end of a shoot where we make sure the budget balances) will do to you - make you crazy! Anyway, I am so excited to be going to the Drakensberg and seeing a part of SA I have never seen before. So I promise to take lots of pictures! I am off to get dish washing liquid and some rope for the hammock! Lots of love!-kxx

Just an observation

But there's a whole lot of travelling going on on dis blog.

Jawsome!

a long ride up and over heading down under

hello people

I write to you from the "mall of America".. the biggest mall around aparantly.
I'm on my second last day here and have come back to Minneapolis from New York. I fly out tommorow and its been such a journey. This place is mad btw. Imagine reflective surfaces, escalators, kids screaming in the distance as they ride the rides in the amusement park, hats and strollers and straws the size of little pipes. People with bags ad more bags and a lego land to my left, an aquarium to my right, a broadway entertainment centre to the north and maps to tell you how to get around.
I wrote down my train station so I know how to get back!
I'm here picking up my last bits of shopping. And I mourn the loss of nyc already. That place is so damn cool. And i know that I am going to have to live there in the very not-too-distant-future.
Anyoone know of nice US boys who would like to share in an Australian and South African passport?
My two weeks in nyc was spent meeting with crazy theatre directors, artistic directors for venues, heads of arts schools and young exciting theatre companies that are doing fabulous work. It was also spent with Jo, getting drunk on double shots, walking endlessly across town, exploring random buildings and imagining myself living it up there. And word: Brooklyn is cool. I spent my last night in brooklyn in a bar with far too many cute boys, getting drunk on brooklyn ale and getting way excited when the track "no sleep till brooklyn" came on. Ahh, it just felt right ;-)
Alright people, all my love from this weird side of the world.

tals
xxx

Forsa Italia!

Bonjourno! Prego. Grazie meile!

Allora! Italy cooks. It then eats. It then talks about what it just cooked and ate. It then begins all over again. This is why Italy has some of the best food on earth, and is also one of the worst performing economies in Europe.

Italy

Nazz and I went to Italy last week. We each ate enough great cuisine to feed a hungry nation. Man. The food! Aubergines bigger than Greg's head.

Anyways - a little about our trip. Nazz's boetie Ivan is Italian and lives in Udine, up north. His partner Claudia lives in a little dot of a town called Palmanova, 20 minutes from Udine. Little dorpies in Italy are not kak like ours. They are ancient and beautiful. So we ate in these places. And saw some sites and learnt some interesting history from Ivan, who happens to be both an excellent cook and a fine tour guide. Grek, Ivan and your pops would get along well.

We also travelled to, and ate in, Grado, Monfalcone, and Cormons, three more little dots with great old buildings and big churches and rad little (piccolo) piazzas (squares). Monfalcone's food was particularly mad. Four antipasto (starters, one after the next), one primi piatti (pasta course), two secondi (usually meat but this was a seafood place, although I of course got special treatment as fish might kill me. I ate tripe for one of my secondi. And thankfully Dabide the blotto chef didn't have anymore carne dishes, so I got away with just one secondi. Then dolce, grappa and cafe. Awesome! Tummy hurt after that one. Not just from eating though. Turns out Dabide likes to entertain his guests with poor taste jokes, much gesticulating, and a deep passion for Deep Purple (and air guitar). Best restaurant night out ever.

We then hit Trieste, a rather more substantial town right on the Slovenian border. It was the major port for the Austro-Hungarian empire, and thus has a strong Viennese streak. The meats are more often served warm, the beer is better, and the wines are just that touch sweeter. The coffee and ice cream are the same - fucking good. Ya so three nights here, lots of walking, old buildings and history, and food.

We did Venice for the day on the way out of Italia. Venice suspends belief. It looks just like Montecasino! Jokes. But ya it was super cool to finally see up close what Venezia is all about. Ancient buildings, teeny alleyways, no roads anywhere, only boats to get around (or feet - we used feet mostly cos we were poor and dirty by this stage), annoyingly few bridges across the main canal, great little shops everywhere selling all sorts of arts and crafts, and so on etc. Venice is full of artists. Talyas everywhere!

So ya, go to Italy, stay with Ivan, and get fat. Onetime.

The Doctor (and Nazz!!)

Quick update

After a mad few days in Bankok, we headed to Koh Tao, where, thanks to the patient guidance of one liz bosman (saaarf efriken) i am now a certified open ater diver. Thanks the the dopey rastas at the Rock Bar i managed to chill out a bit, and thanks to the shitty shoe store in bangalamphu in Bankok i have blisters on my toes from the worst flip flops in the world ever.

Anyway, we now find ourselves in koh phan ngang, which is actually kind of shitty and expensive (and whats with all the israelis??? all the shopfronts have hebrew translations???). Sunrise beach (where the full moon parties happen) is kind of cool, but the sun is so harsh, you cant really spend too long there. So, tomorrow we're of to Koh Lanta on the Andaman coast (near-ish to phuket). Should be a bit quiter and a bit more to see. Stay tuned for picture update, AND my new column (replacing the unpopular SMR) "Exotic Fruits of South East asia - A pictorial journey through the sickly sweet treats of the orient". First installment - mangosteens...

Apologies for any spelling errors, i am in a bit of a rush.

Shalom,

Greg

Howdy from Flagstaff Arizona

Hi. I've just got back from a hike into the Grand Canyon, which was pretty damn incredible. It was so nice to get out into nature after being in the Cities of the North East and then Las Vegas.

Anyway, the first part of the trip has gone well. Vegas is another world. We stayed in a hostel down in the ass end of the strip next to the tattoo parlors and the Say I Do Drive-Through Chapel. It really is a city of indulgences. A lot of fun, but I was happy to leave. Unfortunately Molly Sims and the Jackpot both managed to ellude me. Yesterday we had to pick up our rental car after not sleeping the night before, and still being a little bit drunk. Needless to say that the 5 hr drive to where we are staying in Flagstaff was pretty painful after that.

So tomorrow's stop is Yosemite. It's supposed to be really beautiful.
My camera's battery is dead at the moment, so I can't add photos, but will soon.
Hope you're all well.
Ciao

Sawasadee!

Shalom FARRANG! Cheap post for you, i take you see my uncle, he give you good deal!

Ahoy hoy from a very bloody wet Bangkok. Its the Buddhist new year (Songkran) and the whole city (its especially bad in the farrang neighbourhood) is one enormous water fight. Seriously. Its incredible though, its all good natured, no fights, except for the odd chav farrang from Ingerlund who is pissed off at being wet because he was off to see the lady boys of patpong. Anyways, we have to make it across the neighbourhood to the bus stop in about an hour, so we had better go find some black bags, otherwise our overnight bus trip down to Champhon will be pretty uncomfortable. Koh Tao and snorkelling and diving from here on out, but likely no internet. Sorry no pics this time becaue we dont have a cable for Als camera, but i promise next time...

Al says : I am soooooooooooooooooooo wet.

BAAAAAI!

Greg and Al

a visual diary of my stay...

hola from mcdougal street

So I've spent a week in minneapolis
and now I'm in new york. Downtown, on Mcdougal street. At a caf with wirless round the corner from jo miller's apartment. I've spent the day walking, getting lost and taking pics. And I intend to do that for the next two weeks!
I did stop by NYU and see who I could talk to in their drama department. And stopped by PS122, a performance venue downtown run by a Melbourne guy.
Ayhow posse, just thoguht I'd post some pics so far.
All my love,
tals
xx

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter everyone around the globe. Hope the Easter Bunny finds you wherever you may be and brings you lots of chocolate and all the good things in life!

greetings over a glass of red

hello all!

just thought I'd send you some love from the midwest marriot lounge. I'm down here enjoying a quiet (or at least trying to, whilst a basketball game is on the telly!) glass of red before I retire upstairs. oh the life!
so i had my 1st presentation today. It went really well and I ended up chatting with group for two hours! crazy. but it was good and really affirming! Now to get through Wednesday's talk and workshop I'm facilitating as well as Friday's large presentation!
wow!

also.. on a side note.. it's going to be snowing! blizzards expected with max temps of 2 degrees! What the?
I was told we could maybe rent a sled for the day if it happened!!! wow! I'll do snow angels and take piccies!

alrighty posse
later
xx

Greetings from New York

Hi all

I'm writing this from an apt in midtown Manhattan, in the 2nd week of the longest holiday I've ever had. Well in all honesty it's really indefinite unemployment, but i like to call it my holiday. My 3 years of articles are up, and a week ago i finished my 3 months secondment in Philadelphia so I finally get to exit the world of auditing.

At the moment I'm lazing around New York, waiting for Stu McChesney's contract to finish before we set forth on our adventure around the America's. Admittedly we're not so organised. Instead of plans and itinerary's we have bold intentions and instead of budgets (or in fact any idea as to whether we can afford all of this) we have the e-mail address of investec in case we need to raise that o/d. Our backpacks and Learn-Spanish-in-a-week books are in the post. All in all the the perfect ingredients for an eventful couple of months.

I'll be getting back to SA in July, so I hope to see most of you then. For those in the UK I'm hoping to get there for a while in September. For those in oz...... might be a bit harder to get there. And for that lonely sod in Kimberley.... don't know if i want to go there.

Keep well julle
Ciao

me, a hotel room, and fifteen hours behind

hello everyone!
So I'm in minneapolis for a week. I've been invited out here to talk at a symposium titles "heritage sites, political spaces and rethinking belonging"
what?!
- should be fun ;-)
So I'm presenting "site" the show i did last year. I'll let you all know how it goes on friday!
In the interum, I'm also presenting on Monday and Wednesday to various graduates etc etc

Minneapolis.. well it's freezing, grey, drizzling and from what I've seen so far; the marriot hotel, downtown skywalkthroughs and uptown for a brief moment, its cool. I'm a bit frazzled from the 15 hours of time difference. And am going to give the city more time and attention, love and care, when I'm a little less confused!
in the meantime, here's a pic of me against my window!
seeyaa
xxx

A MATZO BALL SOUP TO MAKE THE BUBBES KVELL AND SHIKSAS PLOTZ

Oi vey! This recipe looks so good, it should be posted on the Global Soup Kitchen. It is actually a soup after all.

Happy Pesach to the Jews! Have a good seder if you go to one, but whatever you do, please remember your prunes this week.

(no I don't really know what the stuff in the picture says, but it was about the funniest pesach picture i could find. Jews are less funny than you might think).

The Doctor

An update...

I have had a blog post that has been sitting anxiously inside me, waiting for me to hand in so that it could bust out. My creative constipation has finally eased (helped along by alcohol - the prunes of creativity) and so i offer this post, likely my last before i leave because i have two very busy weeks ahead of me...That's me with my child and a goofy smile (its upside down on purpose Phil - that's the joke!).


So anyways, I'll be going with Al to Thailand and Cambodia for a few weeks and then back to SA for about a month, and then possibly back to Sydney for a job. The job was looking really good a few weeks ago, but all of a sudden the people aren't contacting me anymore and i think it might be going down the shitter, which i don't really care too much about. There might be some opportunities in Cape Town to work off my time with Sasol, and i would just as happily do that. I wont be moving to Sasolburg or Secunda under any circumstances though. Ever. Not for all the money in the world. If the past four years have taught me anything its that you have to take responsibility for your own happiness (Life Coaching Rule #1) and part of that is being in a place that makes you happy. It astounds me that ANYONE could actually choose to live in a dump like Sasolburg or Secunda, but then I'm from the parts of South Africa were Apartheid actually ended.

So that's kind of my life for the next few months, and this blog post isn't nearly as creative as i had hoped. In fact its quite boring. Anyhoo, hopefully i will have lots to write about from thailand.

Keep it real homies, and see most of you in a few weeks (including Nas who will be meeting us on a beach in Thailand for many beers!)!

Grek